Ladies and gentlemen it’s detox time. No, not like Dr. Dre’s phantom album is coming out, more like “I’m sitting my ass still for a little while.” Something kind of weird happens when you have the kind of summer I had. You get tired. I mean like “damn I did too much in two months” kind of tired, not the “I need a nap tired.” I have been on 12 flights since April, and only Lil Baby Jesus knows how many other cities on road trips in between there.
And so I’ve come to the conclusion that everyone, even me needs a detox period. Some time to themselves to just chill out and regroup. With that being said, go ahead and embark on your own detox. Whether it be not raging for a month, or using up all those sick days you’ve been accumulating to sit at home and watch a the ID channel all day, or even do a whole bunch of nothing. I will promise you one thing. Come homecoming in late October I’m going to be back on these streets harder than Ortiz hit that mat after Mayweather sucker punched him on Saturday. :)
-Becks
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